Devilish deeds
Cloaks of a saint
Where shall he plant his seeds
Beneath of all of his taints?
Salvation he has searched
All but almost in vain
From where crows perched
He sullied in pain
Then came a bright flame
A warmth to his shame
In the form of a *****
She vanquished his demons
Her love was sincere
But her conscience still waver
In his embrace
She felt amour and grace
Their love was sacrilegious
Undignified and preposterous
Yet they found solace
In each other's darkness
Together their love grows
Hearts scripted in stone
They marched on tomorrow
With their intertwined souls
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
Devilish deeds
Cloaks of a saint
Where shall he plant his seeds
Beneath of all of his taints?
Salvation he has searched
All but almost in vain
From where crows perched
He sullied in pain
Then came a bright flame
A warmth to his shame
In the form of a *****
She vanquished his demons
Her love was sincere
But her conscience still waver
In his embrace
She felt amour and grace
Their love was sacrilegious
Undignified and preposterous
Yet they found solace
In each other's darkness
Together their love grows
Hearts scripted in stone
They marched on tomorrow
With their intertwined souls
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